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July 26, 2014
Summer Shadows Interrupt Long Hibernation
Mmm, good morning. Where am I? Hey! Why is it so light out? Who turned up the heat? It looks like summer out there. Wow! I've been asleep for a very long time. Guess I'll have to swear off that chamomile crap before bed from now on. Huh, have you ever noticed how the summer sun makes so many shadows? That probably makes sense. Only with light come shadows. Whoa! That would make an awesome tag line! Suppose I'll have to write a book to go along with it. Well, what do you know? I've been sleep-writing. How clever of me. Either that or the leprechauns have been here again. Oh yeah, all the whiskey's gone. It's the leprechauns. Still, they're kind of cute as long as they're not in a bad mood. To keep them happy, and me with all my limbs intact, why don't you click this link and check out my ... their new work. It's kinda sexy and kinda sweet when it's not being dirty. You'll see what I mean. Take a look: Summer Shadows
September 30, 2013
Erotica Reviews on Site and Blog
***ANNOUNCEMENT***
The new Book Review section of my website is about ready to go online. We are calling for ARC copies now of novels, novellas and short stories (or anthologies) from Erotica authors whose works are in the science fiction, paranormal, contemporary and/or BDSM categories. Right now we are not accepting works with historical themes unless they have a science fiction cast to them. The reviews will appear on my site, on this blog, and as a regular Goodreads review. I have one novel I am currently reading for review and am looking for one more novel and three shorter works of no more than 7,500 words apiece. If you are interested in submitting a work for review please post in response to this announcement or contact me at general@smleonard.com. Thanks.
S. M.
September 29, 2013
The Trouble with Sex
Well, here I was, minding my own business and surfing the web for panda porn, when this disturbing article from Popular Science jumped off the screen and attacked me. Do Animals Have Orgasms?
No, wait, not that one, this one: What's the Point of Sex? And who are they looking at anyway? Oh.
Seriously? What's the point of sex? A question like this is worthy of study? Any college freshman could answer that. Who's paying for this!? And how much? Where can I apply? Granted, it's a subject that raises more questions than answers and, sure, I've had those nights when I'm exhausted and drunk and overly obsessed with the Real Housewives of New Jersey to really care about anything else but, I mean, really? This is something we should be discussing in a science magazine?
The author points out that sex is messy in an evolutionary sense as it allows an "inferior partner to insert half a genome into the next generation." Translation: lots of ugly old white guys with small penises are hooking up with attractive younger women with good educations.
Competition for female mating partners, he says, has led to ever wilder displays as a way of attracting attention. Okay, has this guy ever been to a gay pride parade?
I don't think so. He asks the question: If sex is so damned difficult to come by why even bother? Why not just clone ourselves? Hmm, sounds like the poor guy hasn't had any for awhile. Maybe he just needs to get out more. As for cloning?
Nunh unh. Not a good idea.
Two Goodreads authors explore the subject further. In Matt Ridley's, The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature
, the author demonstrates "why sex is humanity's best strategy for outwitting its constantly mutating internal predators." In a fascinating review of the evolutionary basis for mate selection he explores the history of human sexuality and our ideas of beauty through the lens of empirically gathered scientific data. Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality
, by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha focuses more on the history of monogamy, arguing that the best research from a multiplicity of disciplines indicates that life-long single partner relationships are unnatural to the human species. Likely to raise a few hackles, it is nevertheless an intelligent and provocative read that will encourage thinking people to consider the wisdom of the received tradition. Together they make for excellent reading and, if not proving exactly that sex has a point, will at the least provide an important distraction for those long stretches between RHONJ episodes. Wait, did I miss the season finale? Gotta go.
No, wait, not that one, this one: What's the Point of Sex? And who are they looking at anyway? Oh.
Seriously? What's the point of sex? A question like this is worthy of study? Any college freshman could answer that. Who's paying for this!? And how much? Where can I apply? Granted, it's a subject that raises more questions than answers and, sure, I've had those nights when I'm exhausted and drunk and overly obsessed with the Real Housewives of New Jersey to really care about anything else but, I mean, really? This is something we should be discussing in a science magazine?
The author points out that sex is messy in an evolutionary sense as it allows an "inferior partner to insert half a genome into the next generation." Translation: lots of ugly old white guys with small penises are hooking up with attractive younger women with good educations.
Competition for female mating partners, he says, has led to ever wilder displays as a way of attracting attention. Okay, has this guy ever been to a gay pride parade?
I don't think so. He asks the question: If sex is so damned difficult to come by why even bother? Why not just clone ourselves? Hmm, sounds like the poor guy hasn't had any for awhile. Maybe he just needs to get out more. As for cloning?
Nunh unh. Not a good idea.Two Goodreads authors explore the subject further. In Matt Ridley's, The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature
, the author demonstrates "why sex is humanity's best strategy for outwitting its constantly mutating internal predators." In a fascinating review of the evolutionary basis for mate selection he explores the history of human sexuality and our ideas of beauty through the lens of empirically gathered scientific data. Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality
, by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha focuses more on the history of monogamy, arguing that the best research from a multiplicity of disciplines indicates that life-long single partner relationships are unnatural to the human species. Likely to raise a few hackles, it is nevertheless an intelligent and provocative read that will encourage thinking people to consider the wisdom of the received tradition. Together they make for excellent reading and, if not proving exactly that sex has a point, will at the least provide an important distraction for those long stretches between RHONJ episodes. Wait, did I miss the season finale? Gotta go.
September 28, 2013
Robot Love
Good news for robot enthusiasts everywhere! A new line of research at a Netherlands university (Human Robot Getting Closer) promises if successful to create an artificial intelligence with the capacity to learn from experience. Finally robot girlfriends can be freed from the empty expressions that make them look like mannequins on heroin.
Roxxxy, by TrueCompanion (Sex Robots) Rocky,for the ladies
The modern sex robot is apparently a by-product of the healthcare industry, a kind of sci-fi version of Nurses Gone Wild.
"Mmm, let me attend to that growth of yours, Mr. Jones. I'll just need a second to lubricate my parts. There, all ready."
Author, David N. L. Levy (N.L.: neurolingistic? nano-love?), has provided a guide to help us navigate this brave new world in his book, Love and Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Reltionships. Both a history of human-humanoid relations from Pygmalion on and an examination of modern sex-tech with an eye towards the future, he argues that human sexuality is already trending the way of robo-bopping and will only increase as our we draw closer to our dream of an automaton with a human face.
Mirai Suenaga smart doll
Anime doll-maker and television host, Danny Choo, will certainly be glad to hear that. His work on a "smart doll" has been progressing well but think of the implications of having a true, totally functional life-size doll.
Ukranian Barbies, Valeria Lukyanova and Olga Oleynik
No more fights. No more moods. No more deep, passionate abiding love. Why, it's a virtual utopia! With a little help from Kanojo Toys in getting the girly parts right we could be in "hikikkimori" heaven.
Oh yeah, that's right. That's the way to do it, baby. Got enough battery power? Oh that's good, honey. Excuse me, friends, while my lady and I go dream of electric sheep. Ahh, now this is what I call a wearable computer!
Roxxxy, by TrueCompanion (Sex Robots) Rocky,for the ladies
The modern sex robot is apparently a by-product of the healthcare industry, a kind of sci-fi version of Nurses Gone Wild.
"Mmm, let me attend to that growth of yours, Mr. Jones. I'll just need a second to lubricate my parts. There, all ready."
Author, David N. L. Levy (N.L.: neurolingistic? nano-love?), has provided a guide to help us navigate this brave new world in his book, Love and Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Reltionships. Both a history of human-humanoid relations from Pygmalion on and an examination of modern sex-tech with an eye towards the future, he argues that human sexuality is already trending the way of robo-bopping and will only increase as our we draw closer to our dream of an automaton with a human face. Mirai Suenaga smart doll
Anime doll-maker and television host, Danny Choo, will certainly be glad to hear that. His work on a "smart doll" has been progressing well but think of the implications of having a true, totally functional life-size doll.
Ukranian Barbies, Valeria Lukyanova and Olga Oleynik
No more fights. No more moods. No more deep, passionate abiding love. Why, it's a virtual utopia! With a little help from Kanojo Toys in getting the girly parts right we could be in "hikikkimori" heaven.
she's so cold and humanLithium Flower (Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex)
it's something humans do
she stays so golden solo
she's so number nine
she's incredible math
just incredible math
and is she really human?
she's just so something new
a waking lithium flower
just about to bloom
I smell lithium now
smelling lithium now
Oh yeah, that's right. That's the way to do it, baby. Got enough battery power? Oh that's good, honey. Excuse me, friends, while my lady and I go dream of electric sheep. Ahh, now this is what I call a wearable computer!
September 27, 2013
Extraterrestrial Abstinence
***BREAKING NEWS*** (London) The Daily Mail reported just six months ago that sex in space can be damaging to one's health. (Daily Mail) Scientists and adult film actors are reeling as the news slowly travels by horse-drawn carriage around the world. New research indicates that changes in gravity can damage plant cell reproductive systems and lower functionality.
Ooo, great phrase: "delivery tool". Definitely have to use that in a future story: "Again and again his rock-hard delivery tool plunged into her sopping wet docking station." Wow! That's hot!
Astronauts have denied doing it so far, according the reputable rag, especially those lusty Russians about which rumors have apparently swirled for years. I like swirling. Swirling is good. Yes, do that again. Fear not, however, because author, Laura S. Woodmanse, has placed the whole subject into perspective in her thrilling and subtly titled book, Sex in Space
. Not so much a how-to book as a how-it-could-be-done one, it "reveals the truth about romantic rendezvous in Earth's orbit" (I love tell-alls) and "the advantages and difficulties of having sex in space". For those of us who love sci-fi erotica I'd say this book is pretty much a must-have. That first bit of depressing news makes it hard (so hard) to imagine a sexy low-grav rendevous now. We need some kind of hope.
Speaking of hope, NASA has just announced that the Martian soil contains about 2% water by weight (Water On Mars). If we can extract that not only will we have a potable water source for long-term colonization but we can use water tanks to moderate the damaging effects of the planet's lower gravity. The term "water bed" could take on a whole new meaning. I feel much happier. Now where did I put that delivery tool?
S. M.
Just like during human reproduction the sperm cells in plants are delivered to the egg by a cylindrical tool. Unlike the delivery tool in animals the device used during plant sex consists of a single cell - and only two sperm cells are discharged during each delivery event.
Ooo, great phrase: "delivery tool". Definitely have to use that in a future story: "Again and again his rock-hard delivery tool plunged into her sopping wet docking station." Wow! That's hot!
Astronauts have denied doing it so far, according the reputable rag, especially those lusty Russians about which rumors have apparently swirled for years. I like swirling. Swirling is good. Yes, do that again. Fear not, however, because author, Laura S. Woodmanse, has placed the whole subject into perspective in her thrilling and subtly titled book, Sex in Space
. Not so much a how-to book as a how-it-could-be-done one, it "reveals the truth about romantic rendezvous in Earth's orbit" (I love tell-alls) and "the advantages and difficulties of having sex in space". For those of us who love sci-fi erotica I'd say this book is pretty much a must-have. That first bit of depressing news makes it hard (so hard) to imagine a sexy low-grav rendevous now. We need some kind of hope.Speaking of hope, NASA has just announced that the Martian soil contains about 2% water by weight (Water On Mars). If we can extract that not only will we have a potable water source for long-term colonization but we can use water tanks to moderate the damaging effects of the planet's lower gravity. The term "water bed" could take on a whole new meaning. I feel much happier. Now where did I put that delivery tool?
S. M.
September 26, 2013
A Furtive Glance
Before the digital coding is dry on my first post I want to offer a sneak peek at the short story I'm currently working on. Tease that I am, I won't tell you yet what the story's going to be about. You'll have to guess. Offered for your perusal then is the following:
Events were moving too fast for him. He couldn't process them. His heart beat rapidly. His cheeks were flushed. Desire raged through his blood like an August brush fire. He couldn't think ..! He didn't know ..! From some hidden corner of his consciousness a single word emerged.
No!" Again. "No, Kayla! We can't do this."
She laughed, a full-throated generous laugh full of amusement and warmth.
"You're so sweet!" she exclaimed, and dove into Jack's mouth with hers, searching, opening, tongues embracing. Hunger and anguish exploded within him, taking him captive.
Years of need and desire flamed through the narrow passageway of their clawing lips and burned away their reasoning. She tasted of summer and shadow and the sky-bright sheen of memory birthed in passion, held fast by regret. Faces of old friends, old lives, bloomed like flowers then withered into winds. Like two athletes meeting on the field of competition they sparred in a drive to take the other down in a display of superior power. He took command and flipped her over beneath him as she ground her crotch into his, clutching and kneading his ass. Writhing, two wild animals at play, they tore at each other's clothing, pulling, opening, ripping where needed, until their sweat covered glistening bodies slithered in carnal frenzy. Her tits swelled and rolled, great wine sacks on the open sea. He bit her nipples, heard her moan then sucked out the nectar as he squeezed her fleshy, ripening fruit.
Okay, that's all. It's a work still in progress but I'm about three quarters done unless the characters have some surprises for me they haven't told me about. It's happened before. Peace.
Events were moving too fast for him. He couldn't process them. His heart beat rapidly. His cheeks were flushed. Desire raged through his blood like an August brush fire. He couldn't think ..! He didn't know ..! From some hidden corner of his consciousness a single word emerged.
No!" Again. "No, Kayla! We can't do this."
She laughed, a full-throated generous laugh full of amusement and warmth.
"You're so sweet!" she exclaimed, and dove into Jack's mouth with hers, searching, opening, tongues embracing. Hunger and anguish exploded within him, taking him captive.
Years of need and desire flamed through the narrow passageway of their clawing lips and burned away their reasoning. She tasted of summer and shadow and the sky-bright sheen of memory birthed in passion, held fast by regret. Faces of old friends, old lives, bloomed like flowers then withered into winds. Like two athletes meeting on the field of competition they sparred in a drive to take the other down in a display of superior power. He took command and flipped her over beneath him as she ground her crotch into his, clutching and kneading his ass. Writhing, two wild animals at play, they tore at each other's clothing, pulling, opening, ripping where needed, until their sweat covered glistening bodies slithered in carnal frenzy. Her tits swelled and rolled, great wine sacks on the open sea. He bit her nipples, heard her moan then sucked out the nectar as he squeezed her fleshy, ripening fruit.
Okay, that's all. It's a work still in progress but I'm about three quarters done unless the characters have some surprises for me they haven't told me about. It's happened before. Peace.
My First Time
We all remember our first time experiences, at least the significant ones, whether it's the first time we drove a car, the first time we made love, or the first time we made love while driving a car. Ten years it took me to pay off the damages. Still have that limp. Today is the first post of my brand new Goodreads blog. It's all so new. I feel giddy, almost lightheaded. Wait, let me adjust my tie. Ahh, that's better. Probably silly to wear a tie when I'm not wearing anything else but I really like this pattern. Anyway, no doubt this is one of those moments that I'll recall far into my senility, which started last year, but I'll probably be alone in that. Like the first time I made love. What was my name? I can almost see my face ... Wow, I do get distracted easily. That happens when you spend a lot of time talking to yourself. Know what I mean? Oh yeah.
So about the blog. The central reasons it exists besides the good graces of GR are to promote my work as a nubile, I mean, newbie erotica author, to hang out with friends and fans (when I get one), and to review the books of like-minded writers everywhere. Science Fiction is in my blood and Erotica is in my, um, another fluid, so when the two are brought together you get a hot mess. Much like my writing, which I believe will get better as time passes and people get drunker.
If your idea of fun is having lots of sex while aliens probe your buttocks then you're in the right place with the right people, person. Grab a beer, post a comment, and let me know what your reading. After I perform a thorough back-ground check and approve your clearance I'll respond. Welcome, and try not to be too scared. It's just me.
S. M.
So about the blog. The central reasons it exists besides the good graces of GR are to promote my work as a nubile, I mean, newbie erotica author, to hang out with friends and fans (when I get one), and to review the books of like-minded writers everywhere. Science Fiction is in my blood and Erotica is in my, um, another fluid, so when the two are brought together you get a hot mess. Much like my writing, which I believe will get better as time passes and people get drunker.
If your idea of fun is having lots of sex while aliens probe your buttocks then you're in the right place with the right people, person. Grab a beer, post a comment, and let me know what your reading. After I perform a thorough back-ground check and approve your clearance I'll respond. Welcome, and try not to be too scared. It's just me.
S. M.
